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jacket, and a pair of chunky black
heels.
    “Hello?”
I said into the phone, slipping my pants down my legs. “Hey...
Danny,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Nothing much. I am just
taking my clothes off so I can take a shower. Mmmhmm, Danny. I am a
very, very dirty girl.”
    I
reached into the shower and turned on the water. “Oh yeah. I am
getting all wet for you. You like that?” I stepped under the
stream, holding my upper body away from the water. “Yeah my
teetee is so wet for you.” Literally, he made me call my vagina
a “teetee”. What kind of damage did these guy's parents
do to them? It was no wonder they needed to call and talk to me. “Do
you want to touch it and see? Yes, I'll stand still while you inspect
it. Yes.”
    “That
feels good, doesn't it, sweetie?” he asked, sounding husky.
    Danny
liked me virginal. Oh, the virgin fetish. Always going strong. Every
man wants to be the first, the only. Maybe because they think if the
girl has no reference to compare it to, then they wouldn't know he
was completely unsatisfying. He wanted us both to be fifteen and
first-time touching. He wanted me unsure. Turned on, but fearful. It
was a careful balance to be maintained.
    I
make a whimpering sound.
    “It's
okay that it feels good,” he murmurs. “I like how you
feel. I want to feel you on the inside,” he says and I know he
is closing his eyes. Getting into it. “I am going to put my
finger inside your teetee,” he says.
    I
pause a second, another whimper. “Ouch,” I say,
discarding the knowledge that a finger probably doesn't hurt when
you're fifteen and had been sticking tampons up there every month for
the past three years. Then, “Ohhh,” sounding airy,
surprised, elated at the new sensation. Phone sex operators have to
know how to put on a show.
    “You're
ready for me,” he says and I shake my head. Oh yeah, one finger
in the heater for two seconds and she's ready for your cock. That's
totally how it works. “I am going to put my rod in you. And
it's going to hurt. Just a little, I promise.” But he doesn't
want me to sound like it only hurts a little. He wants me to cry out
like he stuck a fist up there. So I do, the sound echoing off the
shower walls. “Ow ow ow ow! Danny?” I cry out, sounding
confused.
    “You're
okay. The worst is over now.” Ha. Fat chance. Stupid guys. “Oh,
you're so hot and tight. Feel how your teetee is holding onto me so
tight?”
    Then
it is all grunting as he gets himself really going, imagining his
fist is my tight little pussy and he is thrusting wildly into it. I
make gasps at first, half pain, half surprise, then it quickly
becomes moans. Groans. Begging. A high-pitched, dramatic “Oh!”
and I am finished. And his hands are all sticky.
    “Oh,
baby,” he says, back to his normal adult voice. “You get
better and better.”
    “Why
thank you, darling,” I coo. Always sweet and accommodating.
“You know,” I say, turning so the water runs down my cold
back. “if you want the panties from today, I can arrange that.”
    A
pause. Interest. Hook, line, sinker. “They're pretty white
panties aren't they?”
    Sure
they are. “Of course.”
    “Great...
how do I get them?”
    An
hour later, and soon to be a hundred dollars richer, I walked out my
door and headed into town. Cheap panties. I needed a lot of cheap
panties. All different styles and colors. Pretty white bikinis, maybe
with a little bow for my virgin lovers. Red, purple, hot pink thongs
for the somewhat normal guys. Lace ones. Silk ones.
    If
I timed things right, I could get more than one ready each day. I
could wear one pair downstairs to workout in. I could wear another
pair out on the town at night. Maybe even a third pair for sleep. Who
knew. I wasn't exactly sure how strong an odor we were going for
here. But if I got sweaty enough, and maybe got myself a little
excited here and there... maybe that would do it. Who would pass up
the opportunity to use their vibrator more often and call